So, many times, I have come close to dying... Sometimes I even give myself away but all the time, I return, not dead.
Here are a few of the tales of my escapades into neverland.
When I was a child, I lived in a coastal city in my country, no, in fact call it an Island. I was surrounded by water bodies but my mum made sure I never went into those waters. So I never learnt how to swim, suffice it to say that a heavy log of wood would do better than me at sea.
However one thing I always found myself doing is fishing... We would go to the sidelines with hooks laced with finely made baits and many times we would return with a catch enough to make a child fisher proud, share that and enjoy ourselves.
One day, on one of such fishing trips, we were doing a bid when a Man, older, young but far older than us at the time approached the sidelines and told us to go home claiming that he wanted to defecate, yeah, it was normal to have people do that at the River but there was surely a corner he could have gone, away from our fishing spot...but nah, he wanted us to leave. Well, we were going to, had packed up when one of us spotted a big fish passing by our line...and called our attention to it... And so we unpacked and tried to make one last attempt. Lost in the euphoria of that attempt, we didn't see our Predator Adult coming at us... Until he started yelling that he had warned us to leave... When we turned and saw him, each one of us took different turns and tried to escape, my turn was not the best option. It was a gate that had broken by age and sharpened like spikes... I jumped in, hoping to pass safely through it... But I didn't. In the struggle for my life from what danger I could see, the man, I didn't realize I had been caught and hung up from the ground by a spike, it tore deep into skin and all I knew was to keep struggling to escape, I didn't realize I was doing more harm than good to the deep cut I had already sustained... Cut the long story short, my life was almost lost that day and today I live with a suture scar to always remind me of that one day I would have left this realm like the fishes I caught and ate. Lol.
Speaking of scars, in 2020 I had the word heartbreak of my life and this time death didn't come calling, I called to it... I wanted to just go away, I tried to but the more I called, the more it flew I fright, Mr Death fears those who cling to it.
I write this today because again I lost someone I really loved, not to death but to the vicissitudes of life, to a break io and I wanted to go away again... I called and called but death would not answer.
So dears I am the one who has cheated death way too many times than I can tell you here now, because this is not all the details.
Write that on my gravestone when he finally calls.
